Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 38 "Opening Critical Hit!"

"So you are sure there is no magic school called Hogwarts in this world?"

"I haven't heard of it," Amos thought carefully and shook his head. "Magic is something that only certain aliens are qualified to learn and control. How could there be a special school to teach it?"

"What about Kamar-Taj? Have you ever heard of the Sorcerer Supreme?" Rango continued to ask.

"I know the Supreme Witch, but the Supreme Sorcerer"

Amos spread his hands, looking confused. "I have lived for so many years, but I have never seen a wizard. As for the so-called magic, it is just some tricks to control fire and water. There is nothing strange about it."

"OK"

Rango nodded slightly. After chatting with Amos for a whole night, he had a very deep understanding of the world today.

It’s terrible. Hidden beneath the mundane world are all kinds of messed up monsters and demons, filled with all kinds of incredible existences.

However, it is comforting that the whole world maintains a delicate balance with the dark side because of the existence of some special organizations.

Of course, just listening to others is far from enough. In order to fill up the system's progress bar, he also needs to personally experience these things.

And tonight happens to be such an opportunity.

The sky was gradually getting brighter, and Amos couldn't help yawning as he looked at the morning light coming in through the window.

"Let's talk about it later. I have to go back and get some good sleep now."

After saying this, the old man puffed on the last bit of the cigar in his hand, exhaled a long puff of thick smoke, and went upstairs back to his display case.

After he left, Rango looked at his watch. It was exactly six o'clock. If nothing unexpected happened, the curator would be here in half an hour.

Emma, ​​who was originally sleeping in the chair, also woke up. After taking a look at the coat that Rango put on her, she pushed it away and turned her head to the other side, not wanting to see Rango's gaze.

After witnessing this scene, Rango smiled helplessly, walked over to her and squatted down.

"Emma?"

Emma didn’t respond, just remained silent with her back to him.

Seeing this, Rango did not force her, but sat beside her gently, holding her hand, and revealed all the truth that Amos had said last night.

Emma, ​​who was originally unmoved, couldn't help but tremble slightly when she heard that her mother died as a result of the devil's sacrifice.

When she heard that she would become a puppet of the devil, her forced calmness instantly collapsed.

Emma turned her head, her eyes full of disbelief, "Are there really demons in this world?"

"Yes, and not just demons, there are also various other strange but extremely dangerous creatures."

Rango answered frankly: "We even have dozens of them at home. If you are interested, I can let them come out and show them to you when we get home."

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Emma's face was full of shock, and she stood there for a long time without being able to speak.

She then recalled that when Rango mentioned that his mother was killed by the devil, she couldn't help but feel a faint sadness in her heart. Her eyes felt a little sore, but she couldn't cry.

"Why."

She looked up, her eyes full of confusion and bewilderment, "Why do people around someone feel sad when they die? Doesn't this happen to everyone sooner or later?"

Rango was stunned, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly said: "The death of any close person, including your parents who gave birth to you, your elders who took care of you, your friends who accompanied you, and your lovers you missed, means that she has become a copyless copy in your life, and you will never get a response or resonance again."

"Maybe the reason why you're sad is because you're worried that you'll forget the other person."

At this point, Rango jokingly asked, "If I'm gone one day, will you be sad?" Hearing this, Emma looked at Rango with complicated eyes and shook her head gently, "I don't know."

Rango smiled and didn't dwell on the topic any further. Instead, he told Emma the three safe places Amos mentioned.

"For your safety and the safety of your classmates and teachers, I suggest you seriously consider these three places. Of course, if you don't want to go, I won't force you, but from now on, you have to stay by my side 24 hours a day."

Rango patted the girl's head and did not force her to settle down right away. He had a hunch that this time Emma would not make a choice that would disappoint him.

Not long after, after he patrolled the museum again, the curator pushed open the door on time.

But as soon as he came in, his expression turned a little ugly. Opposite him, Rango was looking at him ingratiatingly with a flattering smile on his face.

I knew at a glance that there must be something else that he wanted to ask of me.

In the suburbs, a Raptor F650 is galloping on the asphalt road.

Thinking of how the curator had yelled at him before and then reluctantly approved his leave, Rango curled his lips in pleasure and turned up the volume of the car's stereo.

If we talk about the noble person Rango met after returning to New York, the curator would definitely be the first one.

Although this old man has a bit of an arrogant and weird temper, he is an out-and-out good person. Every time Rango talks to him, he feels like he is facing the boss of the Daily Bugle.

Look, I had just taken leave to go to Los Angeles, but less than two days after I came back, he approved my leave again when I asked for it again.

Of course, there must be a reason why Teddy was covering for him.

Half an hour later, Rango followed the address Cindy had given him and after many twists and turns, he finally arrived at his destination.

An ancient castle standing in the suburbs.

It is called an ancient castle, but in fact it is more like a luxurious manor villa.

It looked to be five stories high, and its floor space was four or five times larger than that of Rango's haunted house.

After entering the courtyard, two rows of tall pine trees stand on both sides like loyal guards. There is also an exquisite fountain statue at the main entrance, shining in the sun.

All of them demonstrate the owner's strong financial resources.

After pushing the door and jumping out of the car, Rango looked at everything in front of him but did not rush in. Instead, he lit a cigarette and carefully recalled the plot of the movie.

He tried hard to ignore the dirty jokes and heavy plots in the movie, but was surprised to find that this movie had no plot at all!

The whole thing is just a spoof of nonsensical comedy, without any normal logical thinking.

But the stuff inside is quite interesting.
Shrugging, Rango walked quickly to the gate with a shoulder bag.

However, just as he was about to ring the doorbell, his hand involuntarily froze in mid-air.

This so-called "doorbell" hanging on the gate is a lifelike relief of a man, with two eye-catching round pendants underneath.

After a moment's silence, Rango sighed and held her hand.

"Dong dong."

"Aha~"

As expected, every time he knocked, the man on the relief would make strange noises.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom—!”

"Ha~~slow down!"

(End of this chapter)